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Activity Checks / Re: November Activity Check!
« on: November 11, 2023, 01:33:42 am »
USER NAME: Callidora Saito

CHARACTERS YOU PLAY: Callidora Saito

REASON FOR INACTIVITY: Returning to Active (Working on a new baby and classes have lessened)

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Activity Checks / Re: August Activity Check!
« on: August 18, 2023, 03:11:06 am »
USER NAME: Callidora Saito

CHARACTERS YOU PLAY: Callidora Saito

REASON FOR INACTIVITY: Semi-Active, looking to return to full active. In need of plots, etc. Looking to start some new adventures. Glad to be back!!

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Activity Checks / Re: May Activity Check!
« on: May 17, 2023, 07:46:57 pm »
USER NAME: Callidora Saitō

CHARACTERS YOU PLAY: Callidora Saitō

REASON FOR INACTIVITY: Semi-Active. Muse is present, been busy with classes. Trying to find the balance and looking for le plots currently

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Activity Checks / Re: March Activity Check!
« on: March 14, 2023, 09:24:23 pm »
USER NAME: Callidora Saito

CHARACTERS YOU PLAY: Callidora Saito

REASON FOR INACTIVITY: Semi Active. Work and school kicking thine ass. That aside, I am here and ready for all le plots bb.

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Unfinished & Finished Threads / Re: [Language] Homecoming (Open)
« on: February 23, 2022, 12:02:17 am »

Even in a situation that was as dangerous as this one, Callidora sat completely unfazed that he had no idea what their abilities were in the complete capacity. Of course, you never really knew until a fight began and you got to experience that. Callidora's ability was more than just a magic technique, it was part of his being and he embodied it in every form. It was never inactive and as a result, he never had to worry about the activation. His most lethal technique could diffuse an entire area, although, he never liked when that happened. Lust turned everyone into such base creatures. It was like he was lust personified, without falling victim to it I any form. even in his ruts, he would be hot but fine. He could form rational thought and while everyone could want him and he could have ample help, he refuses every time. His body had been ravaged for years and he would be Damned if a rut would change how he operated. Little did he know, that was a sentiment he and his sister shared.

"I am new to Japan, and even so, I have started to build a name for myself here. This is where part of my family is from and I left the United States and fame there to come here and find all of you, or what's left at least." he'd shrug lightly as he reached for the glass in front of him that held a Midori Sour. Bringing the glass to his nose momentarily, he would sniff it lightly savoring the scent before taking a few sips. " As for the man that gave me your information, he specifically gave me the story of what you were doing outside of the family. Doctor, awards, and the like. I promise he won't be a bother, so please, I ask that you be gracious on his soul and forgive him." He'd chuckle at that part a little. It wasn't like the man stood a chance where Callidora was concerned.

He could make a man or woman crumble at his feet if he wanted to. It was a good ability to have but at the same time it was again something dangerous. He was dangerous and thats all that he could really say. His mystery was just who he was as a individual tight lipped, but well versed in gaining what he needed information wise and heart wise too. Although, in this moment, he wasn't attempting to pull any strings. "Well, what's done is done. Nothing will bring back the dead, although much is gleamed from them." With a small pause, he would tilt his head momentarily before sipping again. "I never thought of actually being able to find Tsubaki, despite me being her spitting image, or so I've been told at least."

They were all dead, or at least, from her current knowledge, she was the only one left. There had been others and it was stilll possible considering she did say some people have tried to resurrect the Saito. That wasn't his mission but he was here now and free in his own way. Ira's statement would earn a bright smile, although that was simply to stop him from laughing. "I am not interested in rebuilding or bringing the Saito to glory. While it may be my last name, I will say that it has caused me hell since the day I was born. Regardless, it is a part of me and I won't run from, nor neglect that. In lighter ways, I guess you could say I am here to see what family I do have. I knew of the others but never could meet them or would be allowed to. My mother made sure of that."

It was sad to say the least but Callidora had really only come to find her to learn of what the family had amounted to in the end. That and to see if his siblings were worth any lick of salt. Miyako seemed to have been for sure and it would have been nice for him to have an elder sister but that wasn't the life he was given. Even so, he needed to see for himself as much as anything else. Callidora was never one to allow others to deter him from something that he was going to do. Now he could be persuaded of course, if your opinion actually meant something to him but he was really here just for family. He was always a little mischievous, even if that was never his intention. He was somewhat chaotic considering he was made to be a sex slave, entertainer, assassin, informant, among many other things. It was beaten into him and he was **** and beaten, though, never hit in the face, for his looks were part of what sold and lead many to covet the high born Omega.

Listening to Miyako talk about the people he had only read about on pieces of paper and or that he had heard of through the spoken word was interesting in and of itself. He had never seen his mother or any of them for that matter, but he was told that he was her spitting image in appearance, just male. He he had the same facial features, same hair color, same eye color. There was no way Tsubaki would have ever been able to deny him and that is without a doubt as it seemed Miyako would confirm. With a light laugh, Callidora would look to Miyako as she sat in his face. " You know it's interesting because I never thought I would see the same pink lavender eyes staring back at me. I wonder if this is what people see when they see me too."

Turning to take another sip of his drink, he would look from his left to his right, staring at both Ira and Miyako. "Is this the first time someone has approached you both regarding something like this, or is this something that has occurred often? I mean in our line of work, people probably have regrets. Mine is simple curiosity about the part of my life that was absent in all forms, while being present in ghost form." As he leaned back to gracefully down the rest of his drink in one go, he would lightly place the glass on the table of in front of him with a light push that would move it to the middle of the table.

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Unfinished & Finished Threads / Re: #notmycollegeexperience (open)
« on: October 16, 2021, 11:04:40 pm »

For one thing, Callidora couldn't usually stand people who were too obsessed with the concepts of being an Alpha, Beta, and Omega. He was a highborn Omega and highly sought after, but that didn't dictate how he did anything. Mate? HA! The pure thought of that alone was laughable, believing he would not be allowed that sort of happiness, nor did he think he deserved it. People were always people, and their true colors would show if you let them speak or show themselves long enough. Most people didn't know how to control or process their emotions, and so they were led astray by them repeatedly.

Callidora detested the idea of being held down by his emotions without substantial evidence to back them up. Of course, actions spoke louder than words, but most times, if your feelings led your efforts, then you were a lost soul. More to be pitied than anything else, though, he didn't pity people. Your business was your business, and he wasn't one to be Mr fix it, although he would listen and give advice when solicited if involved. To be called a stupid Omega, he would need to correct while he wasn't insulted.

Fou looked at the Beta before them, interest still in his eyes, but not for the reason people or one would assume at first glance. It looked like he was interested in playing with the man before him, when in fact, he was interested in his negative energy. Fou liked to feed on that kind of thing, as it had many different tastes to him. However, he would look back one more time with a mew, his aura starting to glow a slightly dark purple at the idea of eating the man.

Well, this would be fun. Let's see what would unfold with everyone popping up and interrupting the night. He would sweep his ankle-length hair over his left shoulder in one elegant movement, and his pink-lavender eyes would fall upon the male. "I leave? to be frank, I was here before you interrupted my peace with your hyperventilating. Honey get it together, for both of us." Then, turning to his cat, his tone was low but sharp. "And you.....Heel now. You can't eat everything negative just because you feel like it. IT's called an invasion of privacy." he'd add. The cat's aura would dissipate before hopping into the man's chest. But, as much as he wanted to, Fou wouldn't disobey Callidora.

Turning to their new addition, he'd smile a little before speaking. "I offered him water because of his labored breathing. I remember when I had those moments after being beaten within an inch of my life as a kid. So I thought I would give a simple courtesy, but clearly, his problem isn't with me but Omegas." Name-calling didn't bother him at all as the last thing Callidora would ever or could ever be was stupid. The man could bring an empire down with his looks and ability alone. He would be Damned if someone even THOUGHT being called stupid would hurt him. Certain things he would state as an open book. Everyone had trauma as long as he didn't divulge anything too personal but everyone had at least, one run in.

Looking back to the male who scooted a little further away, Callidora would toss the water to his side. "As I said, there is water. Get to drinking for your health. I'll let him play mediator."

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Plot Pages / Re: The Distant Politician // Bridget Pendragon
« on: October 14, 2021, 01:23:58 am »
Hey hey Jazzy dahling!!!! I was thinking of throwing my baby Callidora out there as a friend/potential mate option for Bridget.

Callidora has had his fair share of the darkness, and of course, the face claim luckily matches Ritsuka. I thought maybe Callidora donates to an organization and meets Bridget that way. However, I would like Callidora to become his secretary, seeing how his acting schedule can clear and he could still keep his modeling and dancing at night. None of which would hinder his duties, nor would he put Bridget in any compromising position. Callidora had learned to control his powers from a young age and knows how even his abilities could destroy or injure someone, so he wouldn't have any fear of getting hurt by Bridget. It wouldn't even cross his mind.

Callidora is also pretty calm and collected, even in the direst of situations considering his life has been on the line before. He is a spellcaster type as well though his ability always stays active. It would be something different, that's for sure. But, for the most part, he can help him learn how to control it and give Bridget a sense of freedom in coming into his power wisely. Callidora isn't a horrible person. Just the family he was born into was dark on more than one level.

In a sense, Bridget would be saving Callidora too. Being near someone who would be a light in his world would be beyond more he could hope to see. I could see him falling and eventually actually confessing to Bridget as well in your current scenario.

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Unfinished & Finished Threads / Re: #notmycollegeexperience (open)
« on: October 11, 2021, 05:52:41 pm »

Attending Kaibara University was something that Callidora believed to be a good idea in his grand scheme of things. It was another thing that allowed him to mingle and build connections, mainly for business purposes. He was still looking for his family, even though he had met the most dangerous one, at least, in one aspect. Regardless, he was here to sing and dance, which he had already done. Nights like this when the campus still had the art studio open, Callidora would take advantage.

 It wasn't a bright idea considering how his face was becoming a staple and his fame was rising, but he didn't care about that. It could all crumble away to nothing. The blessing and the curse held was his beauty, but that didn't dictate how he would live his life completely, but the perks were nice. He had come here with his pet, Fou. The little demon cat was small but cute. No one would ever think it was deadly, but it was clear, it was no normal animal, albeit most would consider it a fox before anything else.

When the ethereal beauty went out to catch a breath of fresh air, he wasn't expecting anything eventful to happen. But, having ventured from the dance studio to clear his mind, he was able to release all the pent-up energy he had been holding. Having had no time to dance at all. It was a way he would stay rooted and connected to himself, taking it back to the beginning. It was the only time he was genuinely free mentally with no worries, and he probably seemed like a different person for those that knew him closely, which, here in Japan, weren't too many. He was currently modeling for a clothing line that had paid a pretty penny for him. His looks were extremely rare, and it didn't matter where he went. He would forever be an anomaly and occasionally misgendered.

Moving his hair from the front of his shoulders so that it cascaded down his back, he would sit at the giant tree. Fou would meow lightly before hopping into his lap and curling up. However, it wasn't too long until he realized they were not alone. The ragged breathing trying to regulate itself as it seemingly fought for control was the only thing he could hear and quite close to him too. On the other side of the tree, the individual he heard was going through it, maybe something traumatic, perhaps just needing a second to breathe. Whatever the reason, you could rest assured that Callidora would allow them to have that moment.

As their breathing relaxed, Callidora's bell tone would ring out gently as not to cause them a fright. "Would you care for a bottle of water? I usually keep an extra one with me when I dance at the studio." He'd ask as he stood, slowly and yet gracefully moving to the other side of the tree, bottle in hand. The question wasn't one of pity, nor was it one that meant to inquire to the depths of his problems. Callidora simply had an item that would be useful for the said individual. He kept his distance, but Fou did not. Standing by Callidora's feet, the demon cat would slowly walk up to the male, curiosity beating out everything else.

Fou would look back to Callidora briefly before turning back to the male sitting before him. Tilting his head, Fou would meow again, sitting before the dark haired individual's leg. The two were seemingly glowing in the little light that there was. However, the white-silver hair on both of their forms was still apparent in the shade.

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Recycled Threads / Darkness Prays Too [Open]
« on: September 30, 2021, 03:46:25 am »

OOC: Song he is singing as an offering to the dead: Song

Walking down the street wasn't something that normally would have even been allowed like this when the ethereal beauty was more than likely to be noticed and or followed. However, today was a day that Callidora honored, no matter what was going on. It had been ten years since the death of a captain that had believed in him, hoping to free him from his prison as a young boy. It was with great sadness that Callidora had to kill the man and he was probably the only death that Callidora truly felt and regretted in more ways than one could imagine. Such a light being snuffed from the world was regrettable. The captain had aligned himself with the wrong individuals, and thus our trained assassin was forced to murder him at the age of ten. Even now, our young assassin was now known in the public eye as a singer, dancer, and actor. A rising star, who miraculously showed up in Japan, even though he was well known in Greece and the United States. There was much work he had done to separate himself.

With a white cloak tied around his neck covering his entire body to hide his identity, Callidora held his demon cat, Fou, while walking. For most, anyone watching would think it was odd, but it was also the same style he had gone in to see the man upon his death, hence the cloak in remembrance. Fou could sense the sadness that seemingly pooled behind his eyes, Callidora despite him not letting it show on his face. His voice would betray him as he smiled at the cat, rubbing behind his ears. "We have some time to make sure all the spirits have a prayer for their walk in the shadows. You never know when they might need a light." He'd smile reassuringly. Fou was a greater demon cat, despite his small stature and he had his own spiritual pressure that would make others aware had he decided to release it but this was something he liked to do with Callidora, who he considered not just a partner, but family. Traveling around like this was something they got to do when they had time.

Walking up the stairs to the shrine, Callidora would take off his white hood, his silver/white hair catching the sunlight and reflecting back as he bowed his head before the bell. He was silent, but it was very clear he was making a wish of some sort. Someone could recognize him, but he didn't care about that. His voice would be heard today, one way or another. Even while grieving, he would not be seen as unsightly. His body posture was perfect, his movements were graceful, and he was attentive to every move his body made. Today his prayer would be perfect. Normally, the young man wasn't one for showing weakness, nor was he this open with people but even he had something that kicked his ass from the past.

While he may have given up on some areas concerning his happiness and not believing in complete and utter happiness. Callidora remained determined to never allow any of his own past to repeat itself. It was always something he would learn from, especially now that it had been ten years. This was him laying down a piece of what was left of the soul he had, in hopes of making peace with it all. Each year it got a little better.

Fou would hop out of Callidora's arms, sitting by him his side as he watched the man move to step forward opening his eyes to grab and light an incense. Placing it in one of the many gold urns hanging from the wall, Callidora would place both of his hands together, his fingers intertwining as he lifted his head towards the light that came down from the ceiling. Despite hearing others around him, despite all he had been through, despite his sacrifices, despite never being loved, despite being abandoned by everyone, the music was one thing that never left him and had been there since the beginning. Everyone all had their own demons and Callidora didn't blame anyone, but he expected nothing from anyone either. This was for all of them. The dead needed their time too.

Opening his mouth, the angelic bell tone would sound out for all to hear. For him, it was only light and the prayer.


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Unfinished & Finished Threads / Re: [Language] Homecoming (Open)
« on: August 30, 2021, 11:08:47 pm »

When you were dealing with assassins or just people in that line of work, it was extremely difficult to trust anyone and until proven otherwise, which again, was easier said than done. You were not to be trusted. Everyone had a motive in one way or another, or rather, at least in their world, it was like that. People liked an array of things but for them and people like them, it was the little things that mattered the most. It made the most difference.
 
Callidora was literally subject to both physical and emotional abuse daily and what would have broken and or destroyed most people, didn’t destroy him. The torture and other things were also effective, but they made sure to never scar him or bruise him in a way that wouldn’t heal. His beauty was one of his weapons, along with his body and that was what they prized, so they made sure he could always recover. So as far as Callidora was concerned, trusting people were far and few, if there was even the smallest hope, which, he never counted on. People were unpredictable but for the most part, he could always read a room and tell you how people were feeling based on what he looked at.
 
Regardless, at this moment, there was nothing about trust being built honestly. His dear sister would have to simply hear his story and then decide whether she was willing to believe it. Judging by the reaction she had to him spilling the very small truth that he did speak, he could see the anger that stirred without taking over, and that in itself cleared up one thing at the very least, he wasn’t the only one. His living mother, Hera, was the one he despised more than anything else in the world. He had never been enough even with how perfect he seemed. Guess they all had some trauma. Maybe that was just a family trait.
 
Callidora was a unique character though. Bold and straightforward to a fault but playful in a sassy manner if he wanted to play the game. Regardless, he wouldn’t give you filler, considering there was always something behind his words if you deigned to seek. Looking forward to a plush both, Callidora had a light wave of his Aura roll over the people in front of him. They were already staring but they parted like the red sea for them to enter, their eyes seemingly hungry as they watched Callidora slip into the booth. His attitude was nonchalant as he moved, no one really knew he just used a power considering he didn’t conjure the full aura to envelope him. It just so happened to always be active and he could pull you into it if he wanted.  He was sure Miyako and Ira would either wonder or notice the slight change in this group compared to the others.
 
He sat in the ‘U’ shaped booth allowing either of them to sit side by side or for them to cover either side. “If it would please you, pick your seats. I don’t mind putting myself at a disadvantage in one aspect.” Even Callidora had the thought of it being risky but he also didn’t have a full fear of life and death. It wasn’t the first time his life could have been in danger, and it wouldn’t be the last. “Let’s not act like we don’t know we’re all dangerous here. Not to mention, I willingly approached you. At least you two trust one another so that is an advantage to this situation.” He wasn’t trying to be a smart ass, but it was a fact, no matter how they looked at it.

This also would allow them a view into his own mind and thought process which was no doubt similar to their own. While he was also forced to be reckoned with, he knew he was dealing with two skilled individuals in their own right.
 
Taking a second to let that sink in and for them to make their decision, he would allow them to be the first to decide on what the topic of conversation would be. He came here specifically for her, so there was no leaving until he addressed her. She could do what she would with that but he had no plans of dying or stirring drama for no reason. Maybe stir the pot but every time he came into contact with the family the pot would be stirred. " I spoke to a few people and was able to find you. Which in this case was quite fortuitous indeed. It seemed my requests were heard and answered accordingly, despite some......aversion." he'd say cooly as he smiled, giving both a dazzling row of white teeth, his eyes seemingly shining back to Miyako and Ira in the dim light. He was sure they all knew how dangerous this situation was, but that didn't mean it had to be the main issue.

Their assassinations weren't all of their life. They have things they do outside of that, no matter how drilled into them it has been and become. Murderers.....the whole lot of them. It almost looked like a lion asking his prey to come close with their guard down, however, it's not like they weren't ferocious either regardless of his good intentions. It was a risk he was willing to take. He came therefore answers. Answers he was planning to receive.

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Unfinished & Finished Threads / Re: [Language] Homecoming (Open)
« on: June 07, 2021, 11:48:11 pm »

This was absolutely divine, as Callidora had no ill intentions at this moment, aside from the slight toying of his family. It was a blessing that he had been able to reach the pinnacle of dancing and acting freeing himself from all the people in his way. Callidora used those things to even create a lane for himself in the realm of modeling and it had been more than successful. The gamble he placed on himself was nothing short of genius although he went through hell and high water, without any sight of it coming to an end. Even now he still had to fight, however, it wasn't outside of what he was already expecting and everything fell into his parameters easily.

With a slight shift of his weight ever so slightly, Miyako would gain a breathtaking smile as his response to her commentary, which was quite colorful. Callidora had no intention of fighting her, especially here. That was never his goal but being untrustworthy wasn't what he was aiming for in their new relationship, which had only just begun at this point. It seemed her friend Ira was quite observant too as he practically watched the air spark with electricity. Both Callidora and Miyako were dangerous in their own right and with his statement of cleaning up, Callidora noted that he was also a part of their world, which would make things easier to digest as well. Considering how the people who gave Callidora his intel requested they not be mentioned was noted and he wouldn't betray that.

However, Callidora was a raised murderer and assassin in his own right. His physique wasn't just for the sake of the show, even though it afforded him many different luxuries, his abilities were active even now, whether he wanted them to be or not. Well, he was beyond skilled in the art of subterfuge and espionage on levels that many wouldn't even have thought possible, but it was easily done, without batting an eyelash. Finally deciding it would be nice to speak frankly, he determined he had slightly taunted her enough with the hair flip, her gaze intense as she stared at him. Clearly, she was starting to remember, whether she wanted to or not. Her slight attempt at provocation was to get a reaction out of him, but Callidora was most definitely a bastard child, that had lived his own life of torture and nothing was going to change that.

The beautiful male didn't want any kind of sympathy and anyone from Greece or the Japanese groups that were willing to come after him faced death without mercy. Complacency was something he didn't breed and it would never occur where he was concerned. His goal was the stars and there was nothing to stop him from furthering himself. Cocking his head to the side with a blank stare, he would get straight to the point. "I'm your younger brother. Probably the youngest of the Saito, or so I have been told at least. My mother and one of the Saito trainers told me about everyone when I was younger." Pausing for a moment to let that sink in, he would continue.

"Yes, I'm the son of a discarded fling or whirlwind romance, but rest assured my mother was the toy. Our mother never planned to take her for her own completely. I'm an accident but here I am regardless. So yes, you're correct in that assumption." he'd say as matter of fact. He hadn't been trained by the Saito tutors for no reason, despite being the bastard child. Again, while he may not have loved Tsubaki or cherished her, he did at least, give her respect for providing a place for him to live and grow up, despite being beat, bruised, and **** repeatedly for looking like her. his life had been hell and still was to a degree, but it was his own hell now, so that accounted for something as far as he was concerned.

Listening to Ira, Callidora would turn to him slightly, his posture appearing relaxed, however, still tense, in case he needed to make an evasive maneuver of any kind. His body was flexible and he was able to bend in ways most people never even dreamed about. That was a tool for both assassination and sex. There was no point in him being skilled without being able to use his body in all assets. assassins were trained for that very purpose as everyone knew, but who knew that the dark underground was amongst the light, even in the midst of a club.

"I'm fine with a little dancing but just in case that doesn't fit the mood, there is a little booth on the other side I can obtain for us." Callidora would turn towards the dance floor, his walk both masculine and yet feminine, a balance of both energies with the elegance of both, that most would dream of achieving. It was like watching someone from a high born house that had the most polite mannerisms, yet gave you classy, with a hint of sex. Maybe that was just the ability at work though. Looking back over his shoulder, Callidora would look to them both, the dance floor making room for him as a good number gawked at him openly. " Coming?"

The danger was everywhere.

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Unfinished & Finished Threads / Re: [Language] Homecoming (Open)
« on: April 25, 2021, 07:01:23 pm »

For Callidora, the statement, remain objective and not subjective was always playing his little mind, no matter what other activities were occurring. The underground world was not one to be played with by any means and people were always weary. Under the guise of lust, people always remained curious, even if they didn't lead you to that point, it was always a possibility. For instance, Callidora never wanted to be what he had become as a child, but considering his situation and circumstances, he did what needed to be done. Nothing more nothing less, that is....until he saw the benefits and his escape. He fine-tuned himself to become a monster so that eventually no one would be able to control him and finally here he stood in his freedom and NO ONE would strip that from him. He would fight death itself, without the slightest hesitation and his figure left you to believe he was extremely delicate, but if you were to touch him, you'd realize that was not the case. This man was lust personified and the energy and terms that came with it were all thick with implications, hence his specific detachment to the physicality of it all. It's not as though, one could raise their tolerance to lust itself.

"Callidora." he'd state solemnly. It literally rolled off his tongue like the ripple effect on the surface of a liquid. His response was simple but he took much pride in it. He himself wasn't a prize as far as he was concerned but the attention he received was well noted. The blonde man now identified as Ira was clearly an acquaintance of Miyako. How close, he was unaware, until he mentioned his friend. That statement alone was dangerous in and of itself. Anyone that close to Miyako was someone to keep your eye on if the rumors were to be believed or rather the stories that circulated. Regardless, Callidora couldn't change the past, nor did he want to. While the man before him didn't look anywhere near as grandeur, he held a nice physique and Callidora took notice of the champagne having been taken without consumption. Caution was always warranted, but Callidora would seemingly relax his posture completely as the shimmer caught his eyes before he could respond to Ira. Regardless, Ira would receive a breathtaking smile for his abstinence in even completely facing Callidora for his efforts.

Aww, that was cute, the nickname he used was Mimi, which Callidora used to further affirm. the man from the Syndicate group described her and Callidora matched the image, the pinnacle of what most women dreamed of becoming body-wise. She was not to be trifled with and the man begged not to be mentioned at all if Callidora did do what he planned on, which was why he was currently here. Although, regardless, Callidora was now an up-and-coming hot topic in all of Tokyo after his two years. He was always a star but these two years had not been wasted, as he further extended his reach away from his family, solidifying his solitude for the most part. His original plan for coming to Japan was to find the rest of his family, mainly just seeing what the hype was about the legendary Saitos his mother would rave about as he was beaten and sold for sex time and time again.

In a way, he hated what that family name meant but he was taken care of to a degree at least, so, if for nothing else, he was blessed with his mother's beauty and mental fortitude, as his mother consistently beat him in her free time because of it. Never escaping the woman known as Tsubaki because her child was the spitting image, just male. Looking at Miyako up close like this, Callidora could completely understand his mother's jealousy in more ways than one. All of the Saitos had been unimaginably gorgeous, each one possessing a high level of intellect and talent in whatever field they deemed necessary or worthy of their time and attention. Her dress moved as if it were an extension of her body, which was similar to his own ability, a weapon, so to speak. assassins never wore more than needed and most would assume the strings in his hair were for design's sake when in reality, he killed with them. There was always a way to lure in the prey and while nothing was about prey this evening, it would ruffle some feathers for sure.

Callidora simply listened and upon the mention of being the next sugar daddy, the man couldn't contain himself. His seductive bell-toned voice would raise in laughter, albeit quiet laughter at that, he would sip his drink, his posture never losing its prime positioning as he did so. ​"Oh god, I could never be one of those. They're so boring, or at least, they're much too needy for my tastes." He'd smile at Miyako openly as he raised stepped back a little near the railing, although not too close. For her benefit, he would look directly into her eyes and throw his hair back from his face, wondering if the gesture would stir any memories of the woman they called Mother. Callidora was told she liked to do that often and so he would also do it himself as a way of slight comfort in irritating the woman he called his other mother.

"As for whether or not, I wouldn't be interested in a threesome, if that was an offer. I would have to regret to inform you that I don't do threesomes. They never end well, not even the solo relationships, unfortunately." he'd say nonchalantly, not really worried about how that bit was taken, but he would continue briefly. " However, company, every now and again would be fine, but just that."

Still, next to Ira, Callidora would gracefully down the rest of his drink in one go before placing the glass on the tray of a walking waiter. "Don't I look familiar to you? We are family after all." he'd ask wondering if she could figure it out. If she wasn't in the mood to use her deductive reasoning, then he would just openly say it, but if she looked hard enough, he was sure she would notice. Miyako was already defensive, and he knew that based on the manner in which she spoke. although, who could blame her, or even him. The world they lived in was treacherous. That was clear, considering how he even found her after the two years. However, now he was actively searching now that he had set himself up and now here she was. His big sister.  Miyako had jet black hair, where Callidora had snow-white hair, however, the eyes were both pink, though Callidora's were more lavenderish, still gave the pink glow. He wondered if that was a trait they all shared.

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Unfinished & Finished Threads / Re: [Language] Homecoming (Open)
« on: April 07, 2021, 12:34:58 am »

Callidora did have to admit that some of the places he had ventured, did hold their own as far as the nightlife, yet nothing had topped Greece just yet. Close, but it all depended on what their aim was. In his case, the aim was an individual but not in the same manner that one would think on a Friday night. It took him back honestly to both better and also horrendous days, however, the objective still needed to be complete. Club Skye………..this place wasn’t half bad when he actually gave it a shot but then again, he had never actually been here before but he was getting acquainted all the same.  Having lived here for two years now, he rarely went out so someone seeing his face outside of the office, or film set was rare. His lavender-like eyes practically shined in the lights, the glitter reflecting him as his constant aura was oozing sex appeal. He was more than a vision to look at and he could always feel the desire of others attempting to sneak up on him.  He was sure that more than enough of the patrons knew exactly who he was and he was being watched at all junctions, of course. Regardless, that was neither here nor there for the young beauty had come in search of something precious, or at least something that could be considered precious. Now to someone who has everything, and from his own merit, no less, what could he possibly be searching for as he ignored the eyes that were practically ravaging his body.

 
It was then that his eyes fell upon a blond-haired male and a woman that most would probably consider a vixen. She had on a silver dress, that was short in proportions, however, covering all the necessary pieces in which needed to be addressed. To be honest, it was a great choice and it seemed that style ran in the family, or at least from what he could currently see. Looking at the woman, he could definitely tell they had to be family. Looking for the legendary Miyako was easy when all you needed to do was smile and bat your eyelashes at the right person. His attire was just as flashy realistically. The woman bared her skin, while Callidora's left allowed the sight of his figure and shape while leaving people to burn over what it felt like touching those muscles, hips, and six-pack. He wore a form-fitting black sleeveless turtle neck with black jeans and designer black boots, although over his shoulders was a white half yukata that he wore open, allowing it to flow away from his body with his movements.

The flowers that hung off the jewels in his hair were an ornament that was delicately laced in, meaning, it would have to be taken out by hand. Regardless, the symmetry of his look and the splash of color made him stand out even more than he already did. His aura and walk commanded the attention of all he passed as he approached one of the waiters who held a tray of champagne-filled glasses. "If you would be a dear, open a tab and the drinks for those two there....." he'd pause motioning for the man to heed his words clearly, "Are paid for fully. Be a dear and hop to it." the bell tone voice would ring as he grabbed two glasses of champagne off the tray.

Taking two glasses, he would turn towards the two he spotted previously, stopping as he watched the woman alk to the bar. Whatever drink she ordered was sure to be added to his tab, which was the point, however, she would surely return sooner than later, having left her little friend, whoever he was, alone. "I normally wouldn't dream of it...but....I can make an exception." he'd whisper more to himself than anyone else. The walk was that of the runway, sensuous and light, giving you the light air of regality as he descended upon the blonde-haired man. Stopping directly against the man on the balcony, it was almost as if he glided into a graceful landing to caress him, without actually doing so. Callidora would memorize his face, a habit if you will. Let the play commence.

 His chest resting against the man's shoulder as he spoke, his actual aura radiating on its own. "A drink for the sober man. You look much too uptight, my dear. Relax, a little." he'd say offering a glass in the left hand to the man before him. His posture was welcoming for the most part and while his first mind was to come onto the man in front of him, just for the hell of it. Callidora would settle for giving a welcoming smile to accompany his posture, as his aura always gave off sex appeal. Callidora ignored the onlookers as usual, but to make things a little less stressful, he would avert his lavender eyes to the scenery around them to allow the male to focus. Teasing was always fun but he was just stirring the pot a little. "Do you know much about this place?"
his low bell tone would register to the blonde's ears, his curiosity having been piqued by his surroundings.

OOC: Callidora's outfit

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Page List / Callidora Saitō 's Characters
« on: April 06, 2021, 02:12:28 am »
CANONS:
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ORIGINAL CHARACTERS:
Callidora Saitō [Omega]

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Omegas-ω / Callidora Saitō (Omega)
« on: March 26, 2021, 08:21:13 pm »


Know I'm All Bite No Bark, Like To Catch You Way Off Guard.

Name: Callidora Saitō

Alias: Calli (Fans/Entertainment Industry), Lust (assassin Name)

Date of Birth: December, 10, 2001

Age: 20

Primary Gender: Male

Secondary Gender: Omega

Character's Scent: Peony & Indian Coconut Nectar

Sexuality: Homosexual

Race: Greek/Japanese (speaks both)

Species: Human

Hobbies: Star Gazing, Reading, Writing, assassinations (When Contracted by his family or at his discretion only), Interior Design, Shopping (Fashion), Traveling, Playing with his Demon Cat

Powers/Abilities: Aura of Eros:  This is the magic skill in which, Callidora had since birth. His name is Callidora for this very reason, meaning the gift of beauty. Having been born a gorgeous child, and even prettier as time passed forward, his ability to attract others or draw them to him was next to none. His touch, voice, look, movement, and even breathing can be seen as a form of seduction in his case. His entire body exudes a sex appeal and energy that the Pantheon Gods combined to bless him with. As such, he can control his aura and energy around him to sway things in his favor, or in the favor of whatever goal or task he has. Call him Eros Reborn because it’s always active, whether he likes it or not. His beauty is both his savior and destruction.

Touch of Aphrodite:  Being a highborn Omega from the Saito family, Callidora was blessed with magical ability. This skill was earned through the sensual activities, Callidora not only had to endure but also perform on regular basis as a part of training to hone and control his sexual being. Since he was a young boy, the Saito assassin instructors taught him how effective touch was and how to control people through it. Thus, his hands, slowly and surely allowed people to succumb to ecstasy before anything really began. Depending on the contact (skin to skin is the most potent, or skin on clothes, etc.), the strength of this technique varies as his own sensual aura is expressed through his hands evoking lust and desire from the individual touched. It draws you to his ethereal beauty whether you are interested or not normally. The longer he touches you, the more the target yearns to have Callidora for themselves, however, his touch needs to be consistent to intensify the feelings. The farther away you are, the more the feeling dissipates.

Mad Lust:  Having his main ability, Aura of Eros, always active is one thing, but Mad Lust is something all on its own. Combined with his natural ability, this is a spell that can essentially drive an entire room into a complete Lust frenzy. Callidora will allow his aura to flow freely, filling the space or spaces that are in its reach, and upon activation, heightened desire and lust will strike the hearts and minds of all within that enclosed space. Unless you can leave the space his aura has occupied, or reach Callidora, you’ll fall further into the depravity of giving in to your sexual desires and thoughts. When it’s activated, because he has allowed his Aura to flow freely, he too can be affected, albeit not to the same degree, if he enters the space. The pocket around himself is the only safe space, however, Callidora only uses this as a last resort. It’s his lust ability’s way of trying to protect him, by turning everyone else into puddles and heaps of lust as they focus on solely relieving themselves, leaving him free to walk away or escape unharmed. The ability can sometimes start on its own when it feels like he is in perilous danger, or his emotions reach that point. Lust always has a mind of its own.

Discernment Callidora has always had the ability to judge whether or not people or lying to him. During his years of training and information gathering, he learned to piece things together from the different individuals all his own. When something was unclear, he would ask for a differing opinion, but the few yakuza and gangs his family worked with trusted his intel, which was always spot on and perfect. He built that reputation of getting the job done efficiently, with none the wiser. He has always been quick in thought and able to see through the drama and craziness to the heart of the situation. Not to mention, with his entire life being seducing information out of people, most aren't willing to lie when their fantasies are coming true in more ways than one.

Physical Endurance/Flexibility: Callidora is able to take much more abuse than his seemingly delicate frame would allow. Callidora has not missed a day of stretching and wouldn't dream of it. His dancing played a part in his fighting style and assassination techniques. Most don't pay attention to detail, but that's where the devil in him lies. His body is smaller than most men, however, he is muscular, from head to toe. His body doesn't give off the vibe of being overly macho, but he was trained to be an assassin and to kill through solo missions, espionage, and subterfuge. Able to fight and defend himself, his lithe frame allows movements that most either can't keep up with or wonder how such feats were even possible. As they say, speed kills, and in this case, quite literally.

Skilled Orator: Fortunately, this was something that was instilled in him at a young age when he was beaten. The boy learned quickly when it came to diction. The statement, 'It's not what you say, it's how you say it." was beyond real for the young man. As he grew older, he learned you could lure more with honey and wine than you could with just one. He could read a room and a person, allowing himself to pick his words carefully so that his point would always be made or his goal could always be reached, but maintaining the facades needed for the yakuza and gangs entering into a deal, etc. It's also availed him in the acting world, allowing him to conduct business with all manners of people around him. He has a certain "je ne sais quoi", if you will.

Personality: If there was a word to classify Callidora…..you could probably call him an "enigma". Honestly, there is so much that surrounds him that it’s hard to label him as just one thing, if anything at all. He is a very sassy man, whose tongue is never held. Despite being an Omega and the mindset of many that come with it, that is definitely not the case, and he is more than capable of proving that. The air of well-mannered, with a mouth that speaks fluent sarcasm. Don’t push the b*tch button, because the switch is almost impossible to see coming. Every move he makes is etched in grace, which makes him almost appear like he is floating around as he glides on the runway, but that’s just the seductive undertone he gives off at every turn. Callidora is a gregarious individual, again holding his tongue for no one, however, that means he is extremely blunt. You could say he is an extroverted introvert, being social in all situations that cause it, otherwise, he is quieter. Perhaps too honest at certain times. Regardless, he still has people’s best interests at heart, not caring too much about hating anyone or holding grudges. Too much energy on his part. He is manipulative, the assassin and training life has taught him one way to get what you want, and he uses that to his advantage or to the benefit of those he loves, which is far and few between.

Slow to anger, Callidora rarely gets his emotions involved in things. You'd have to show him you were worth such activity for him to be more open. His guard is mainly up ninety-nine percent of the time unless with those he trusts, which is far and few in between. In his line of work, whether the underground or the entertainment industry, someone was always waiting for your fall. The world gets a different version of him, considering he is also a well-known model, singer, and actor. It can be tiring for him overall, but he thrives, having had to step up to keep things afloat in all areas of his life. The man is his own worst critic so no one needs to be harsh on him considering how harsh he is to himself, but the world was never nice. He knows this all too well.

Never one to rely on others, you can be sure that whatever he does, he does solo. He has always been set apart from the yakuza groups and people in general, almost revered, so to speak, or maybe it was out of their fear. As a result, everything he does is for himself and those he cares for. He lives his life fearlessly, but he remains objective, not subjective. If he were to rely on another, it would be only in the direst of times. He has worked his way to where he is today, and he'll be Damned if someone else dictates his future ever again. Everyone has their day, and he knows just as well as anyone else that time ends everything.

Occupation: Actor, assassin

School: The Julliard School (New York City, USA; Graduate), Kaibara University (Junior Year Fashion/Interior Design Major)

Place of Living: Owns a High Rise Luxury Condo in Minato-Ku and a House in Minato-Ku

The high-rise luxury condo is for when is working in the city, modeling, and filming for movies. It's only 6 miles from Tokyo, so it's an easy enough commute where he doesn't have to stress about anything or meeting a call time.

Original or Canon: Original

Face Claim: Fate/Grand Order - Merlin

Appearance: The intoxicating beauty that is Callidora Saitō stands at 5 feet 6 inches in height. Although, smaller than most men his physique is second to none. Lean and curvacious his body exhibits complete and utter discipline. His long white/silver hair is ankle length and shines in the sunlight and moonlight. Depending on the way you look at him and what kind of light he is under, his hair appears to be a multitude of colors at once. His eyes shine a pink lavender shade, however, depending on the lighting they can darken and or brighten. They give off an ephemeral glow, that can haunt you in more ways than one. As far as attire goes, he is a trendsetter, but one thing you will always notice is Callidora looks like money. He stays on top of fashion as is part of his job while also bringing older things back in style too. He moves to the beat of his own drum, but regardless, he is always put together. Even his clothes that he wears solely at home, look like they could be worn out for the day. His pet Fou is a greater demon cat that Callidora was able to tame when he came to Japan at the age of 18. More curious about his aura than anything else, Fou took a great liking to the sassy man and has now become a companion. Fou is treated like a pet, however, Callidora, allows him his free will, though Fou respects him greatly. Callidora I, Callidora II, Callidora III, Pet Demon Cat


History: Let me tell you a little story about a family. Well, if one would like to call them that. For lack of a better word, we'll go with that, but you'll tell me if the definition fits later.

Narration begins:
"To Japan and the world, the Saitō families are nothing more but cogs in the machine called life. Family members living their entire lives in Sendai, northeast of Tokyo, are unremarkable and forgettable. In truth, they are assassins for the Sendai Yakuza and loyally served the leaders for generations. Any Saito member who didn't step into line was immediately killed and disregarded as though they were never born. Yet, it wasn't until recently that Tsubaki and Shingo's children would alter the fates of future (if any) Saitō descendants."
Narration Abruptly Cut Off and Callidora's Voice Enters

"Yes, that is where the original story began, but that was only the prelude. The reality is that little family stepped quite a ways from home and I am the result. Let's begin shall we?" Laughing a little, Callidora would pull up a chair, sitting and crossing his legs gracefully.

"Everything is completely shot to sh*t. I have two mothers and a stepfather. So my mother is the or rather was, the head of the Saitō family. She impregnated Hera, clearly my other mother. In essence, she fell into something else outside of Japan, and here I am." Waving his hand to the Narrator, he would signal him to proceed.

Narrator Clears His Throat Before Continuing

---WARNING! THIS HISTORY IS DARK AND CONTAINS INFORMATION THAT MAY TRIGGER YOU!--

(click to show/hide)

Calling his so-called family, they asked him or rather directed him to come back home, but unfortunately for them, his popularity had hit an all-time high in ways they couldn't have even predicted and now their cash cow was gone. He was an assassin, professional dancer, singer, and actor, having graduated from one of the top universities for such activities in the country. In this time Callidora had been modeling for different companies or in some other projects for different students who wanted to work with him. His name held another meaning now and it was one he created for himself. While he used his abilities to his advantage in more ways than one, he also didn't have to in a lot of cases. He said what everyone else wouldn't say.

He was free now and by his own hand. The beauty that Tsubaki blessed him with was the only thing he was grateful for because that was his curse and his blessing. For that, he would forever be grateful, but he would determine how his life played out, especially now that he was of age, considering he had done more than what most his age had even dreamed of. keeping him in the underworld was no longer an option and everyone knew it. Callidora told his family that he would not be returning and he had already killed the man who had been sent to watch him, as they were going to alert him to bring Callidora back.

It just so happened that, during that night, Callidora's friend was traveling to her hometown in Japan and asked if Callidora wanted to visit too. He did have business of his own in Japan and figured, it would then would be as good a time as any. He was free, had graduated from The Juilliard School, and could now pursue whatever he wanted. He knew Greece well, but it was time to see where his mother and other siblings were from. What could the harm be in that?

He arrived in Japan at the ripe age of eighteen and had now been in the capital, Tokyo, for two years. Callidora was a professional model, who had been quite successful and along with his modeling career had become an acting one. His name and face were on the big screen tv and in people's homes, as was his beauty. He would become a beauty that would forever be remembered in time as far as he was concerned. He was never going back to a corner again. It was time to see what remnants of his life were left here while living the dream he had always dreamt, absolute freedom.

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Callidora - From Greek meaning "gift of beauty"

Rhea - From Greek meaning "flowing".

Saitō - From Japanese 斎 (sai) meaning "purification, divine worship" and 藤 (tō) meaning "wisteria". The latter character could indicate a connection to the Fujiwara clan.

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